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[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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[ She hardly has to open her eyes to know he's leaning in to kiss her, smiling just before their lips meet and sighing at the contact. It's sweet and familiar and laced with a yearning affection that makes her stomach tighten.

She melts into it, kissing back wholly but gently, her hand coming up to cup his cheek and give his skin a slow, lingering stroke with her thumb. She may be high-- but this she would have done without the clouds fogging her head. ]

[The fact that she's smiling - he can feel it and almost expects it at this point, but it doesn't mean she isn't taking it seriously - it's. Comforting, almost. It'd be wrong to see her without a smile, let alone feel her without one.

He doesn't try to deepen it, or make it anything more than what it is - something sweet and slow and gentle. After a few moments he pulls back, but not away, and brings his own hand up to curl through her hair.]

[ She's riding too much of a high to really care if it goes deeper or not. She's happy and content with the moment, her eyes fluttering open slowly to look up at him as he plays at her curls, smiling up at him lazily and reaching up to trace his lips with her thumb.

His face is relaxed, eyes clear and bright in the last dying rays of sun and, like always, giving him away completely. ]

You look happy.

Hm.

[Which is pretty much agreement, but he's too caught up in the way she's looking at him and the way her hair slips through his fingers to elaborate. And when he thinks on it, he's not sure that he needs to. Instead he moves so that he's not lying on top of her, but at her side - still close but not overwhelming.]

[ The shortest answer he could possibly give her and yet her smile still widens, looking rather satisfied that something as simple as lazing about in a tent out in the backyard with her could make him so happy. Then again-- it could just be the weed. But for her own selfish reasoning, she'll tell herself it was all her.

Her eyes never leave his as he shifts off of her to her side, laying back still as her eyes dart around his face, the dying light emphasizing all of his keen and subtle features: the sharpness of his jaw and chin, the smooth curves of his ear and cheek, the subtle color difference of his scar against his skin, the lighter streaks in his hair from being in the sun. the shape of his thin lips, the golden glint in his hazel eyes... ]

It's probably the weed-- but your eyes look like gold right now.

[As soon as her smile widens his eyes flick down to it, torn between feeling it again and just looking and appreciating. And then he lets his gaze trail up to meet hers, not really trying to see all the detail because that's a thing he gets stuck on, he'll get lost in it and he knows it. Instead he tries to get the whole of it, hard as it is.

In response to her statement the corner of his lip quirks up and he reaches out to run a hand through her hair again - doesn't look, just feels, he's too busy meeting her gaze - something's ironic about the gold.]

Maybe. [Another pass of his hand through her hair, and hell if that doesn't look like molten gold through his fingertips.] I like green better.

[Always has. Green, and pink.]

[ She lets out a giggle. An ACTUAL giggle. That is definitely the weed surfacing. ]

Of course. The color of money.

[ Who doesn't love to see the promising green flash of a one hundred Euro bill or the famous green back dollars of America. ]

[Definitely the weed, and he can't help but snort at it and grin just a little bit wider.]

Liked it before that, [He admits, though without realizing it's an admittance at all.] An' pink.

[ She can't help but identify green with spring as well. And spring immediately makes her think of him. His favorite season, the trees and flowers blooming, the world coming back to life, the rain and the cool, flower scented breeze. She could understand why he likes it so much.

Pink, on the other hand... ]

Pink? Why pink?

[...ah.]

I dunno.

[And he rubs his thumb across her check, then drags it down to her lips, and wonders if it's her or something else or nothing at all and he just likes it on its own merit or all of it combined.

At least one thing's for sure - ]

I like it on ya.

[Sundress, on her cheeks, high and splashed across her chest, lips swollen with it, fingertips busy with cooking, tongue peeking out when she's laughing at him. Faded ribbon in her hair, or in a box.]

[ She can't help but blush at that, that pink blooming on her cheeks just under his thumb as she looks back at him. ]

Green and pink...

[ She says it softly, as though committing it to memory, her lips tugging into the smallest smile. ]

[Fuck, that almost makes him flush when she says it like that and he's looking at it. Green, green eyes and he can nearly feel the pink beneath his thumb. His eyes flit down, finding a place beneath her chin to look at, torn between embarrassed and not willing to reveal something that he doesn't even know, himself.]

Yeah.

[ She realizes that he's embarrassed the moment he looks away from her, so she does him a favor and closes her eyes, gives him the privacy to get what he's feeling out.

But she does allow herself a moment to indulge as she does. His hand is warm on her skin and she finds herself leaning into his touch, turning her head to press a kiss to the mound of his thumb before she brings her own hand up to rest over his, fingers resting between his, holding him there and letting him feel the warmth swell in her cheeks. ]

[It strips his breath away when she does that, and he leans in to kiss her cheek as she kisses his hand and he thinks fuck but I suck at this - before he really thinks he murmurs out "ik hou van jou" and there's a lot more that he could say but that's enough. She's pink and she's and she's green and she's warm and she's the last scattered rays of gold and she's here and that's enough for right now.]

[ Her stomach flutters and chest swells with a familiar warmth when he murmurs against her skin. Words like that are few and far between with him and she's learned to cherish them when he does say it. Not that he needs to. He knows he doesn't. Just like she knows she doesn't. But sometimes it's very hard to hold them back and it's always something she longs to hear from him. ]

I love you too.

[ She says it softly, quietly, as though there are a dozen more people in their huge tent sharing secrets and whispers and she only wants him to hear. ]

[She echoes it back, low and soft and somehow it carries a harder punch for it. It's too much and makes him too restless not to do something - always was bad at calmly sitting through a storm of emotions - instead of looking off or turning away completely he slowly turns to lay on his back and takes her along with him, on top of him.

But he doesn't look away and he still keeps the two of them close and tight, arms crossed over her back and wrapped around her.]

[ She doesn't tense or fight it when she's suddenly being lifted from the padded sleeping bag, letting him pull her on top of him like she weighs nothing in his arms and letting out a soft laugh when she finds herself looking down at him.

Her hair spills over her shoulders, framing her face as she looks down at him with a smile, letting herself sink and rest on him. ]

Are you alright? Are you hungry at all?

Hm? I wasn't...

[But now he's thinking about it. He rolls his eyes and lightly pinches her side, a teasing punishment for the fact that he's got food on the brain now.]

[ The pinch surprises her and she lets out a soft laugh, shifting against him. ]

It was just a question...

[Cute.]

If you wanna eat, just say it.

[Teasing, mostly, he's feeling too lazy to make it a proper jab. And it's a good excuse to try to pinch her again.]

[ Jab or not, she could use some food and a little cuddling out in the fresh air. She loves twilight, loves watching the end of the day pull out the beginning of the night, loves watching for the stars peeking out one by one. ]

I can make us something. It might take a little while on the cooktop but I can definitely do it.

[That sounds like a good enough idea to him, but as he pulls his arms away he thinks of something and makes a displeased, concerned little hum.]

Your dress...

[What a worrywart.]

My dress?

[ Blinks down at it and brushes her hand over the skirt. It really was a nice gift from him and she doesn't want to ruin it. ]

Well, I'd change. But apparently going inside to do that is cheating.

It is.

[Huff. He doesn't want her to change, anyway, he likes her just fine in the dress. Normally he'd just take over the job, but she likes cooking... Maybe they could make sausage. But then she'd have to find a way to eat it...

Yep, totally spacing out on her right now and thinking very serious thoughts about condiment spilling prevention.]

[ Meanwhile, she's thinking less on that dress and more on the food. ]

What did you bring out to cook? I have some sausage in that cooler.

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Guh I know.

Yep using the same one /sigh

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